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Date: 11 December 2008 22:54:30
I ought to be in bed.
Or packing.
Or cleaning.
Can you tell I don't really want to go for our weekend away this weekend? It's going to be a bit of a traumatic one, though in a nice sort of a way, and I think my next post on here will be done in a state of total exhaustion. Either that, or you won't ever hear from me again! Let's just hope that tomorrow morning sees me with the motivation to pack the bags, buy the remaining Christmas presents, clean the Pavlovas' cages out (they're in two cages now - honestly, I am not at school and still I have to sort out bullying!), leave the place sufficiently clean not to disgust the woman who's coming in to feed the animals, and remember to get some petrol.
Wednesday's trip was nicer. I went *better whisper this bit just in case certain people might be reading* to, er, coughlondoncough. It was a bit of a spur of the moment thing, an expensive three and a half hours chatting with a friend I hadn't seen in years but a lovely one nevertheless. Good job she remembered that I was supposed to be catching the train home at three so's not to leave the Smudgelet home alone after school for toooo long - I was all set to stay there until tea-time, so pleasant was it to sit in a Covent Garden cafe and natter over a cup of coffee. And the other pleasant thing was the chance to sit for an hour or two in a warm and not-too-crowded train and spend some time in unhurried contemplation, just letting my mind work over a few things and mull them at a more leisurely pace.
And now I am going to stop mulling and get myself hence to bed, if only to avoid the aroma of slightly-ready-for-changing hamster bedding plucking at the hem of my conscience. There's plenty of time tomorrow. ;)